Jumbo by Todd Young Read Free Book Online

the haze of steam. “It’s not that great,” Tadd said to him, nodding at his cock. “It’s a real pain.”
    Mitchell swallowed and glanced away. He turned around and put his head under the shower.

12
    That evening after dinner, Mitchell did what he had been doing since a day or two after seeing Dr Carter — milking his penis. It was a technique called “jelqing,” something he had found on the net, and it was supposed to have some benefit in making your penis larger, if you did it consistently and over a long period of time.
    He had found a forum devoted to guys with small penises, where people discussed a whole variety of techniques for enlarging them — including operations. The techniques ranged from jelqing — the milking technique — to the penis pump, to contractions, to hanging weights from your penis. Mitchell hadn’t joined the forum, but had spent a few hours lurking there since he had seen Dr Carter, and he had picked up some useful information.
    At first, he had been very certain that he wanted to buy himself a penis pump and try that. And then he read of the possible dangers, of what might happen when the suction was too strong, and (worse) of how a testicle, or even two, could sometimes be accidentally sucked into the chamber, causing extreme pain or injury. That was it. Once Mitchell had realized that there were dangers involved, he decided against the penis pump. He had a very strong fear — something that had only grown since seeing Dr Carter — of something happening to his cock or balls, which was why the idea of an operation, of a knife, was unthinkable to him. The other thing that was unthinkable was the widening operation, where they sometimes used the flesh of dead people as a sort of transplant, adding a dead person’s flesh to the girth of your cock. When Mitchell read this, he vomited, only making it to the bathroom just in time.
    He had turned off the computer, though the following night he had researched jelqing fairly extensively, and had convinced himself that it was a safe, a reasonable thing to do.
    It was a little like milking a cow’s teat, a lot like it, and Mitchell decided to do it for ten minutes every night after dinner before he started on his homework. He came upstairs and took his trainers and his jeans and his underwear off, though he left his socks and his T-shirt on, and then he sat on his bed and started. It required a hot pack, something he had to heat in the microwave in the kitchen first, though he told his parents he was having some muscular aches and pains, nothing to worry about.
    Before he started, he had to make sure his bathroom door was locked on Pete’s side. They shared a bathroom between them, one with two doors, and they had a system worked out. The doors were always closed, and one or the other of them locked the other’s door when they needed to use the bathroom. It was quite surprising how often they both met at the same time, opening the door from their bedrooms at the same instant, as though the thought of going to the bathroom was something they did in sync with each other. Mitchell usually gave way to Pete, because Pete was older. He would say, “You go first,” and if he needed to go badly, he would use the bathroom downstairs.
    Mitchell needed lubricant for jelqing, so he needed the bathroom both before and after he did it, because he had to wash the lubricant off. He started with the heat pack and had to get his dick semi-erect. That wasn’t a problem. And then he began, timing himself by his bedside clock while he milked his cock slowly and steadily. When he had finished, he had to wash the lubricant off, unlock Pete’s door and then quickly hot-foot it back to his room, closing the door behind him, because he was almost naked, dressed only in his socks and a T-shirt, and Pete might open the door.
    Tonight, though, as Mitchell finished milking his cock, he stared down at it, thinking it was hopeless. The jelqing wasn’t going to